The Dawning

      At
      Last
      I
      Rise
      From
      The
      Soil
      To
      Cast
      An
      Eye
      To
      The
      Toil
      Of
      One
      Who
      In
      The
      Dark
      Did
      Woe
      So
      That
      Out
      Of
      Yore
      I
      To
      Love
      Be
      Cold
      No
      More.

            Lowell R. Luis
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